my father told me "son, it's futile to resist,
You can topple ideology but not the armies they enlist."
I questioned the intentions of the boy scouts chanting war.
"well that's the sound of freedom, son" he said.
(free to say no more.)
But wait a minute dad, did you actually say freedom?
Well, if you're dumb enough to vote,
You're fuckin dumb enough to believe him.
Cuz if this country is so goddam free.
Then i can burn your fucking flag wherever i damn well please,
And i will stick the fucking flag up your ass
I carried their anthem, convinces it was mine.
Rhymeless, unreasoned conjecture kept me in line.
But then i stood back and wondered what the fuck had they done to me.
Made accomplice to all that i'd promised i would never fucking be.
Never be.
You carry their anthem convinces that it's yours.
Invitation to honor. invitation to war.
Bette midler now assumes sainthood.
Romanticize murder for moral.
Tie a yellow ribbon round the oak tree my friend,
And "gee wally, that's swell!"
Fuck the troops to hell!
